Pry me with your eyes, dismantle me and ascertain my worth from where you stand.
Rupture the fragile pieces of my sanity,
Scrutinize them as they plunge to the ground and shatter, unearth me.
Your eyes scan me perceiving faults and fragments of my resentment.
You fail to probe deeper.
Fail to traverse the barren wastelands of my mind.
Fail to confront the demons which inhibit me from shining through my cleaved armor.
You survey my mask, analyzing it to boost your own fragile ego.
Misinterpret me, you are misinformed.
Fall into my poison, allow yourself to be consumed by my madness.
Close your eyes and see me instead with your soul.
Do not be misguided by my constructed barriers, allow yourself to fall into my abyss.
Love me for my passion; my insanity and obsession.
Or cease to love me at all.
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